That Golden Girl…
In a crystal clear pond full of ducks, there once lived a golden swan. The pond was called Paani, and Goldie was the name of the swan. The names were of course given by some human mind.
Born so different, Goldie was the only one of her kind. Envied by fellow females. Chased by fellow nasty males. Towards her, not many were kind.
Humans would take her pictures. But some would also pelt her with stones, to see how she reacted when in pain. But she never whined.
She avoided them all. She stayed to herself. But soon lonesome became her ride. Paying the price of being different, she could never find a mate. No family. No baby cygnets. No tribe.
One day she decided to paddle on to another pond, all in her desperate attempt to find another one of her kind. But there was none. Never was.
For the inmates of the new pond were no different. There were no golden ducks in the new pond, only those who were either black or white. They too could not bear Goldie’s deviance, golden and bright.
They isolated her. They accused her of stealing their share of food. For days she got nothing to eat. She felt like an alien. Like a fish out of her pond. Which of course she anyway was.
She left that pond too. Soon she lost her way. Thereafter no one ever saw her again.
The guys back at Paani, were full of remorse. For they had lost their golden girl, due to their own narrow and mean mind.
They could clearly see now their Goldie was rather a class apart. She deserved to be Paani’s pride. She was the only one of her kind.
Long time has lapsed since Goldie has been gone. There are rumors around Paani, that every night a golden duck can be seen around.
Not seen by everyone though. Can be seen only by the fortunate few. In fact only by the unfortunate lonesome few. The wronged, the forbidden and the hidden, who dare to venture out only at night.
Seeing Goldie is indeed a sight! Quacking. Gliding. Paddling. All by herself. When the whole world sleeps, when no one would see her or judge her, she comes out from nowhere to have a good time.
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Today, the above photo, that I must have seen while scrolling down the Reader, came into my mind from nowhere. The above weird tale built on…though I absolutely forgot where I had seen this picture.
Of course l discovered just in time, that it was #writephoto prompt by Sue Vincent and I could use it here. Thanks Sue for igniting this strange poetic-story!